RAE

@rae @loopylin @whalekeeper was I the last one who wrote an rp in my group or no?

@loopylin

Lucille
Lucy turned on Mel and studied her intently. Her silver-gray eyes occasionally darted away, but came back, as if she was pulled by magnets but cared more about looking at her new friend.
“If you – no. If you do that, is it – no. S-Sometimes…” Her voice lowered as she argued with herself over the right thing to say. The longer…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

Melissa

Mel’s eyes got wider with each word Lucy said. She was honestly a bit jealous. “Wow. Only thing that tried eating me was the ground.” She glanced down as if it might try again, and pulled her feet up onto her mushroom, hugging her knees. “I doubt you taste very good. People I’ve bitten before were all salty and gross.”

@loopylin

Lucille

“Um. There was a… stone sitting area. A tower. A place that felt like a – uh – topsy-turvy house, except you can’t see it all from the outside. I named it the Crawlspace.”

Mel seemed impressed with the name, and Lucy was encouraged. She leaned forward, hunching her shoulders as she talked.

“Angry vines wanted to eat me. A…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

Mel

“Thanks!” There was still dirt and food stuck in it, and large snarls from falling into the thorns. She grinned from ear to ear, delighted by the compliment.

She tried some tea from her cup, and realized it was lukewarm and not very tasty. She added a few scoops of sugar and stirred. “What kinda cool things have you found while…[Read more]

I’ll have to take photos of my favorites and post them!

@loopylin

Lucille

“Okay. I’m ten.” Lucy smiled. She awkwardly put her hands in her lap, took them out, and folded them. “I like your hair.”

@whalekeeper

Mel

“Melissa Ann Thomson. I’m almost nine.”

@loopylin

Lucille

“There were an awful lot of them. If they’re lost, they sure don’t wanna be found.”

The lemon bars melted in Lucy’s mouth. It had been a long time since she had any kind of citrus, and she tried to eat slower to enjoy it, despite being half starved. Her stomach rumbled happily. She took some of the bread and cheese and wrapped…[Read more]

@power

Haha!!!

Welp, according to Professor Google (🤓) fella, short for fellow, comes from words meaning “partner”, “comrade” or “one who shares in a joint adventure”. So, even though we tend to use it in a masculine sense, etymologically speaking it may be neutral. . . which is rather weird.

Maybe felless, like chapess? 🫤🤣

@whalekeeper

YES!!!! Sppoooooonnnnsss!

@rae

I love the coloring! Baron will always look like your old art tho. XD I can never picture him any other way. And I LOVE your old art!

@whalekeeper

Mel

“Yeah. They’re good.” Mel pushed the tray towards her. She wrinkled her nose at the remaining cucumber sandwich and pushed that back towards her too. She pointed across the table. “Can you pass some of that orange jelly?”

“It’s marmalade.”

“Who?”

Lucy passed the jar over. Mel spread some of the stuff on a cracker and tried i…[Read more]

@elishavet-pidyon    @koshka     @power

No worries at all fella’s (and fellies? what is the girl form of fella??) anyways.

I don’t mind if you’d like to tease me, Power, I just get hot blooded when people take shots at my brothers or sister, (or dad or mom, lol) We’re a tight family. lol.

No need to have the brothers punch ya, they don’…[Read more]

@loopylin

Lucille

Lucy grabbed all the cucumber sandwiches but one – in case Mel wanted to try it – and stuffed one by one into her mouth. She tried to swallow too fast and fell into a fit of coughs, before finally answering. “Animals into kids. I’m weird, but they were too weird. Hey. Is that lemon?”

@whalekeeper

Melissa

Mel grinned and waved her hand in a welcoming gesture. “Then come sit down!” She retrieved a mostly clean cup and saucer from the ground and poured some tea for herself and her friend. Then she loaded her plate up with lemon bars and different kinds of crackers and cheese. Lucy joined her. Between bites, Mel began to tal…[Read more]

@loopylin

Lucille

Lucy took one look at Mel, covered in bits of cake and lavender-dyed frosting. She nodded and burst into raspy giggles.

@whalekeeper

Mel the Fearless

“Hehe, milk doesn’t have livers.”

Mel sat down in the middle of the wreckage and set to picking pastry out of her hair. There was a large bruise forming on her chin, but she was smiling. She eyed the bit of food that hadn’t already been smashed or thrown on the floor. “Are you hungry?”